Today we say goodbye to Casa Blanca and make our way to Marrakesh. We leave Hotel Majestic which has been anything but what the name implies. The only majestic thing here has been the amount of work that has gone into decorating the walls inside and the two tigers that guard the entrance of the hotel.  With the exception of 1 person the rest of the hotel staff has been somewhat rude and standoff-ish. Maybe it is the language barrier or the way people speak to familiar faces but the energy is very direct and loud which does not encourage communication. At this point I have to not give a shit about how I approach people and go against my values of being respectful and curtious and just jump into converstations between staff members so that I can ask for what I want using my own version of sign language, broken english mixed with Spanish Portuguese Portoñol, and the few words I have learned in French. It seems to me that this is the only way to get attended because otherwise if you wait they think your are just standing there waiting for anything but service to the establishment. One by one someone  jumps in front of you as if you were invisible and gets attended or snatches bread from you as you are clearly reaching to get it to put it on your plate during breakfast. Just another reason to learn how to speak French or Arabic. The culture is different which makes it a great place to come visit just so you can say you experienced it and have some great stories..